OOTP SPOILER.. You Got Warned.
Rating: PG-13/R
Rating Reason: Slash, foul language, relating-to-sexual-activities, and other stuff I will add if I can think of it.
Ship/s (if applicable): Hard core H/D .. and a bit of R/Hr
Summary: Harry. Draco. Born Enemies? Or True Lovers?
Draco is being pressured to become a Death Eater. Will He? Or will Harry save him, and turn him to the good side? 6th year at Hogwarts.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry, Draco nor anyone mentioned in this fic. I do not own Hogwarts, and I have no affiliations with any of Harry Potter items. Trust me, I would be a much happier girl if I did. *glares at Draco* Anyways, the only thing I own, is this plot.. which came to me in a dream. Actually I just started typing randomly and volia, this came to life. I am not making any money from this, I don't know how I could be, anyways.
Read, Enjoy and Reply!
No Suing, No Howlers, No Telling
Chapter One
"Death eater Family under Suspicion." The headline stood out above a picture of a family of 3; a father, a mother and a son.
"You would think it took the Ministry long enough to get a bloody clue. I'm not surprised though. It's what they deserve," Harry threw the Daily Prophet across his room onto the bed.
The people in the picture scowled.
Harry had been free to go in and out as he pleased from his room, even number 4 on Privet Drive. But, only at night Harry escaped outside to sit on the swings to think things out. He was 16, as of 10 days ago, and he figured that a goy, no.. man, his age was old enough to have gone through the many challenges Harry had. Defeating the Dark Lord 5 times at his school, and once when he was a small child earned him the title of 'Invincible-Boy-Who-Lived.'
"No. Normal 16 year old boys flirt with girls, play sports and have a great summer. I get none of this. Well, Quidditch doesn't count. It'd not a real sport like basketball or football. My summers are only great when I go to the Weasley's. Oh what the hell.. screw every damn part of my life. I hate it. I. F******. Hate. It. I can never keep someone dear to me for very long, they just end up getting killed. Sirius, damnit, I wish you were here."
Harry sat there and sobbed. He loved his godfather more than anything, and now, he could never get him back.
"Voldemort, you can just rot in hell! I swear on my own grave that I will kill you, and I will live. You are going to die! It's my turn to get revenge. I will. I tell you, I will. To hell with logic and the prophecy. I'll make my own future."
The skies started to turn from a dark blue to a light pink quickly, as if the sun's rays were driving the black out of the sky, and the fear out of Harry. He walked back to his aunt and uncle's home before it got too early in the morning. As soon as a foot was placed into the kitchen quietly, he heard his aunt roar.
"HARRY POTTER! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? YOU CAN'T JUST WALK OUT LIKE THAT!"
"Why the hell not? I went on a walk. I'm sure you would think you died and went to heaven if I didn't return. Don't act so shocked."
"Are you back talking to me, AND swearing in my home?! Boy, you better get out that door before I find my belt, and it'll 'walk' straight into your a**!" Vernon hollered from up the stairs.
"I'd like to see you try." Harry replied as he walked up the stairs, before he closed his door in a confused and dazed looking Dudley.
"You keep away from me Dudley. I have no patience what so ever. I don't think you'd really like another pig tail.."
"Y-y-you can't! You'll get your wand taken away! I read the letter last year." Dudley stammered.
"Oh really? I can't, eh? Watch me, I am Harry-f******-Potter. I can do no wrong, and everyone adores me. Everyone's on my side. I'm everyone's ruddy hero. I think I can do whatever the hell I please, so back away now."
Dudley did. Harry thanked Merlin for the stupidity of his cousin. He walked into the room and saw Hedwig with a new parcel.
"What's up Hedwig? Who's this from?" Harry asked when he removed the package from the owl's talons as she nipped his finger politely.
Opening the box, he found a letter addressed to him on top. He put that aside for later. Pulling out the cake that was safely nestled in the parcel, the icing formed letters.
" 'Happy 16th Birthday Harry' ? That was thoughtful of whoever sent this."
He decided to open the card.
"Hoping you are alive and well. Happy Birthday! See you at school, the Weasley's," he read aloud.
"Yeah, I'm alive. As always. Surprise, surprise."
A couple days later, in a different town, Draco stood on his deck which looked over his massive property.
"Draco, come inside dearest. It's going to rain soon, and we need to pack your trunk," his mother called out.
"I'm fine mother. I'll do it later. I don't feel like even looking at that Hogwarts junk. Bloody school, bloody everything." Draco told his mother in a small voice, making the last 4 words inaudible.
"Okay. Let me know when you are ready. I'll have the house elves send you your dinner, unless you'd like to accompany me tonight."
"No mother. I really don't want to. I like it where I am. Thank you for offering, still."
"Draco, my dragon, you know your father is all right. Relax a little. He'll escape or something soon." Narcissa said coolly.
"What?? This isn't about Father! Not in the least. I'm completely fine with that situation. This one is more of a personal matter. I really don't want to talk about it."
"Fine Draco. But just because I am your mother, I mean that I am a woman, doesn't mean I can't help you with whatever problem you have. If you want to talk about it, meet me in my room tonight at 8."
"Yes, Mother."
She stepped outside his room and briskly walked down to the dining hall to enjoy her own meal. Draco was relieved because he didn't know how long he could survive another one of those 'sex' talks from his mother. It just wasn't right hearing it from her, let alone hearing it at all. He wasn't known as the Slytherin God for nothing.
Draco let his mind drift to the upcoming school year.
"What a waste of time. Hogwarts is so boring. There's no one to flirt with, Pansy's driving me up the wall. I think Blaise had gone gay, and Crabbe and Goyle, I won't even consider it for a millisecond. Not a one. I wouldn't dream of touching anyone else, but that Chang girl hasn't got that much to nit-pick about, so I suppose I'll talk with her later. I wonder if I finished my potions homework. I hope so. Snape won't be too pleased otherwise. I wonder if I'll beat Potter at Quidditch this year. He's probably too depressed to actually get on a broom and keep concentration, stupid git. Watch him fie from attention deficit order, or Snape by the end of the year. That wouldn't be too bad." he thought.
Rain drops started to stain the pale flesh.
"Oh no, it's raining. Terrific. I wanted to ride my broom outside before it did start to pour. Now what is there to do?"
Draco decided to start packing his trunk.
"Might as well do it now, rather than wait until the last minute." Draco mumbled.
"HARRY! WAKE UP! WE'RE LEAVING IN A HALF HOUR. GET READY!"
Aunt Petunia screamed at the bottom of the stairs.
Luckily for Harry, he had packed all of his things the night before and dressed in some jeans and a shirt to allow the maximum amount of sleep.
He got up slowly, and ran a hand through his brown mop. His
glasses were somewhere on the nightstand and he reached over to put them on.
Soon enough, the Dursley family car pulled out of the newly paved driveway off to King's Cross. His relatives dumped his stuff out of the car and sped away to buy Dudley more clothes since he outgrew his others from last year.
Walking through Platform 9 3/4 unaccompanied by anyone wasn't much easier and quiet. Harry walked into one of the middle cars. Some of the younger grades were already sitting there, reading and talking about random things. He sat down by a window after putting his stuff away and started to unconsciously stared out the window. The train had already started moving by the time Hermione and Ron found Harry alone.
"Mate! Where've you been? Haven't heard from you all summer! We thought you might of died or been locked up or something of that sort. Did those evil people keep you from writing?" Ron asked.
"No," Harry answered quietly.
"Then what happened?" Hermione spoke.
The question was answered by silence.
"Harry, you okay?" Ron worriedly asked again.
"Perfect. Just fine. Why don't you get to you guy's job and I'll get to mine." Harry growled.
"Okay mate. We just wanted to see how you were. Did you get our cake?"
Harry nodded, not looking at his friends, but the grass hopper he was more transfixed on.
Ron walked through the door and Hermione paused to talk to Harry.
"Harry darling, are you sure you're okay? I mean I'm sure we could stay and chat for a bit. We'd be kind of early.."
"No. Thanks. I'm find here. Honestly. I'll manage. See you later."
Harry still hadn't looked up. The door slid open and then shut. Harry leaned against the window and closed his eyes. He opened them when he heard a familiar voice.
"Potter, nice to see you sleeping already."
"Oh no," Harry thought, "This is going to be a long ride to Hogwarts.."
Rating: PG-13/R
Rating Reason: Slash, foul language, relating-to-sexual-activities, and other stuff I will add if I can think of it.
Ship/s (if applicable): Hard core H/D .. and a bit of R/Hr
Summary: Harry. Draco. Born Enemies? Or True Lovers?
Draco is being pressured to become a Death Eater. Will He? Or will Harry save him, and turn him to the good side? 6th year at Hogwarts.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry, Draco nor anyone mentioned in this fic. I do not own Hogwarts, and I have no affiliations with any of Harry Potter items. Trust me, I would be a much happier girl if I did. *glares at Draco* Anyways, the only thing I own, is this plot.. which came to me in a dream. Actually I just started typing randomly and volia, this came to life. I am not making any money from this, I don't know how I could be, anyways.
Read, Enjoy and Reply!
No Suing, No Howlers, No Telling
Chapter One
"Death eater Family under Suspicion." The headline stood out above a picture of a family of 3; a father, a mother and a son.
"You would think it took the Ministry long enough to get a bloody clue. I'm not surprised though. It's what they deserve," Harry threw the Daily Prophet across his room onto the bed.
The people in the picture scowled.
Harry had been free to go in and out as he pleased from his room, even number 4 on Privet Drive. But, only at night Harry escaped outside to sit on the swings to think things out. He was 16, as of 10 days ago, and he figured that a goy, no.. man, his age was old enough to have gone through the many challenges Harry had. Defeating the Dark Lord 5 times at his school, and once when he was a small child earned him the title of 'Invincible-Boy-Who-Lived.'
"No. Normal 16 year old boys flirt with girls, play sports and have a great summer. I get none of this. Well, Quidditch doesn't count. It'd not a real sport like basketball or football. My summers are only great when I go to the Weasley's. Oh what the hell.. screw every damn part of my life. I hate it. I. F******. Hate. It. I can never keep someone dear to me for very long, they just end up getting killed. Sirius, damnit, I wish you were here."
Harry sat there and sobbed. He loved his godfather more than anything, and now, he could never get him back.
"Voldemort, you can just rot in hell! I swear on my own grave that I will kill you, and I will live. You are going to die! It's my turn to get revenge. I will. I tell you, I will. To hell with logic and the prophecy. I'll make my own future."
The skies started to turn from a dark blue to a light pink quickly, as if the sun's rays were driving the black out of the sky, and the fear out of Harry. He walked back to his aunt and uncle's home before it got too early in the morning. As soon as a foot was placed into the kitchen quietly, he heard his aunt roar.
"HARRY POTTER! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? YOU CAN'T JUST WALK OUT LIKE THAT!"
"Why the hell not? I went on a walk. I'm sure you would think you died and went to heaven if I didn't return. Don't act so shocked."
"Are you back talking to me, AND swearing in my home?! Boy, you better get out that door before I find my belt, and it'll 'walk' straight into your a**!" Vernon hollered from up the stairs.
"I'd like to see you try." Harry replied as he walked up the stairs, before he closed his door in a confused and dazed looking Dudley.
"You keep away from me Dudley. I have no patience what so ever. I don't think you'd really like another pig tail.."
"Y-y-you can't! You'll get your wand taken away! I read the letter last year." Dudley stammered.
"Oh really? I can't, eh? Watch me, I am Harry-f******-Potter. I can do no wrong, and everyone adores me. Everyone's on my side. I'm everyone's ruddy hero. I think I can do whatever the hell I please, so back away now."
Dudley did. Harry thanked Merlin for the stupidity of his cousin. He walked into the room and saw Hedwig with a new parcel.
"What's up Hedwig? Who's this from?" Harry asked when he removed the package from the owl's talons as she nipped his finger politely.
Opening the box, he found a letter addressed to him on top. He put that aside for later. Pulling out the cake that was safely nestled in the parcel, the icing formed letters.
" 'Happy 16th Birthday Harry' ? That was thoughtful of whoever sent this."
He decided to open the card.
"Hoping you are alive and well. Happy Birthday! See you at school, the Weasley's," he read aloud.
"Yeah, I'm alive. As always. Surprise, surprise."
A couple days later, in a different town, Draco stood on his deck which looked over his massive property.
"Draco, come inside dearest. It's going to rain soon, and we need to pack your trunk," his mother called out.
"I'm fine mother. I'll do it later. I don't feel like even looking at that Hogwarts junk. Bloody school, bloody everything." Draco told his mother in a small voice, making the last 4 words inaudible.
"Okay. Let me know when you are ready. I'll have the house elves send you your dinner, unless you'd like to accompany me tonight."
"No mother. I really don't want to. I like it where I am. Thank you for offering, still."
"Draco, my dragon, you know your father is all right. Relax a little. He'll escape or something soon." Narcissa said coolly.
"What?? This isn't about Father! Not in the least. I'm completely fine with that situation. This one is more of a personal matter. I really don't want to talk about it."
"Fine Draco. But just because I am your mother, I mean that I am a woman, doesn't mean I can't help you with whatever problem you have. If you want to talk about it, meet me in my room tonight at 8."
"Yes, Mother."
She stepped outside his room and briskly walked down to the dining hall to enjoy her own meal. Draco was relieved because he didn't know how long he could survive another one of those 'sex' talks from his mother. It just wasn't right hearing it from her, let alone hearing it at all. He wasn't known as the Slytherin God for nothing.
Draco let his mind drift to the upcoming school year.
"What a waste of time. Hogwarts is so boring. There's no one to flirt with, Pansy's driving me up the wall. I think Blaise had gone gay, and Crabbe and Goyle, I won't even consider it for a millisecond. Not a one. I wouldn't dream of touching anyone else, but that Chang girl hasn't got that much to nit-pick about, so I suppose I'll talk with her later. I wonder if I finished my potions homework. I hope so. Snape won't be too pleased otherwise. I wonder if I'll beat Potter at Quidditch this year. He's probably too depressed to actually get on a broom and keep concentration, stupid git. Watch him fie from attention deficit order, or Snape by the end of the year. That wouldn't be too bad." he thought.
Rain drops started to stain the pale flesh.
"Oh no, it's raining. Terrific. I wanted to ride my broom outside before it did start to pour. Now what is there to do?"
Draco decided to start packing his trunk.
"Might as well do it now, rather than wait until the last minute." Draco mumbled.
"HARRY! WAKE UP! WE'RE LEAVING IN A HALF HOUR. GET READY!"
Aunt Petunia screamed at the bottom of the stairs.
Luckily for Harry, he had packed all of his things the night before and dressed in some jeans and a shirt to allow the maximum amount of sleep.
He got up slowly, and ran a hand through his brown mop. His
glasses were somewhere on the nightstand and he reached over to put them on.
Soon enough, the Dursley family car pulled out of the newly paved driveway off to King's Cross. His relatives dumped his stuff out of the car and sped away to buy Dudley more clothes since he outgrew his others from last year.
Walking through Platform 9 3/4 unaccompanied by anyone wasn't much easier and quiet. Harry walked into one of the middle cars. Some of the younger grades were already sitting there, reading and talking about random things. He sat down by a window after putting his stuff away and started to unconsciously stared out the window. The train had already started moving by the time Hermione and Ron found Harry alone.
"Mate! Where've you been? Haven't heard from you all summer! We thought you might of died or been locked up or something of that sort. Did those evil people keep you from writing?" Ron asked.
"No," Harry answered quietly.
"Then what happened?" Hermione spoke.
The question was answered by silence.
"Harry, you okay?" Ron worriedly asked again.
"Perfect. Just fine. Why don't you get to you guy's job and I'll get to mine." Harry growled.
"Okay mate. We just wanted to see how you were. Did you get our cake?"
Harry nodded, not looking at his friends, but the grass hopper he was more transfixed on.
Ron walked through the door and Hermione paused to talk to Harry.
"Harry darling, are you sure you're okay? I mean I'm sure we could stay and chat for a bit. We'd be kind of early.."
"No. Thanks. I'm find here. Honestly. I'll manage. See you later."
Harry still hadn't looked up. The door slid open and then shut. Harry leaned against the window and closed his eyes. He opened them when he heard a familiar voice.
"Potter, nice to see you sleeping already."
"Oh no," Harry thought, "This is going to be a long ride to Hogwarts.."
